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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Composer
Kanye West
Kanye West
Composer
Al Green
Al Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Come on
Yeah, Kweli
Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
My hunger like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I
Wanna be good to you
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vain, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vein 'cause
Wanna be good to you
We make the squares dance, and get the do like dosey
Y'all **** roll with pussy-cats like Josey
All spoiled rotten like ghetto grocery, yo
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary, yo
Swooping the industry, like a bird to prey
My stance has got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae
I heard them say I was a conscious rapper
But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a nonsense actor
Using my hands solo and I don't need Chewy
Over your head like yamakas and koofies, yo
I write screen gems, y'all **** act in B movies
Type of **** proud to be groupies
Followers in the herd running over the cliff
I'm the Buffalo Soldier, smoke ya like a dreadlock Rasta
Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip
Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm
Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm
Matter fact call it what you want, it's up to you, bro
Wanna be good to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vain, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vein 'cause
Wanna be good to you
How many **** ever been in love?
How many **** really think they thugs?
And can't think without the drink and drugs
How many **** can't get in with hats and sneakers on?
Say "Fuck security" and get inside and keep them on
How many **** think that gats make the weaker strong?
Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on
That don't take heart, slave ****, play ya part
I'd rather jump over board, ****, face the sharks
We stay doing it, later for the conversation
Hammers is cocked and waiting, **** is not debating
We ain't got the patience, you found popping shit
Come into town just to run you down like poppa ditch
And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions
Get out my house, you ain't no real representative
I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative
**** is sensitive, see how they catching feelings
It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling
Barracuda, Spitkicker ****, that's the crew
Wanna be good to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vain, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vein 'cause
Wanna be good to you
Low ride
Yo, yo, yo
**** be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie
Put they name in it, biting like there ain't no shame in it
You the hardest on the beat, I'm the fire that you playing with
You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with
So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest
Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home
Hang up on **** like "I want you to meet my **** tone, word"
Leave me alone like Michael Jackson
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach, waiting to see what happens
You see me out, know that my crew is flawless
So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office
Yo, I thought you bust ya gun
You just a big joke, thinking you a Big Pun
Yo, Kayne this is the big one
Wanna be good to you
Me and my **** having big fun
Ayo, my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground, its true 'cause I
Wanna be good to you
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vain, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vein 'cause
Wanna be good to you
Come on
BK and
BX and
Q boro and
Manhattan and
Harlem **** and
Long Island
Wanna be good to you
The whole world rocking
Yo, the whole world rocking
Wanna be good to you
Written by: Al Green, Kanye West, Talib Kweli
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